Lyrics:
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Me and homeboy would go one-on-one
'Cause playing the game is a lot of fun
Sit by the TV and watch 'em all
'Cause Kurtis Blow is rappin'
wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set
That don't even exist now that's a shame
You reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game
Cuz you
once told by Frank Nitty
What's the dilly? Niggas still frontin' Willy
Actin' like they ahead o' the game
Put the four-point-six in the Range
yeah
Lets get crazy, nigga, what
Turn up the mics
Y'all bitch-ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches
Feed they
Fake family ties, y'all say brother too much
Y'all get played by the same women, y'all say you love her too much
And y'all be runnin' from the truth,
even doing wrong by usin this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
You know y'all going to mess around and complain about slavery that was
handles his motherfucking business
Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there
All right
I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that
I
the fuck y'all saying
What the fuck y'all saying
If not attention what the fuck y'all payin
I know they call This a game but what the fuck y'all playin
What
I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool
Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not new
In Compton they shoot up schools too, ridin by to see
shit shocked everybody
Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
game
Still fuckin' the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for no paper work, organize drive-by's and your neighbor
from playin'
Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho
as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell
from playin'
Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho
I welcome ya'll to greatness
You now witnessing a legend
Real nigga shit
Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead living room
Never get in tune
I speak", y'all estrogen speak
Respected by kings only, address me as chief
Invested in things only a vet would
Only lames front on kings, that's
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
playin' them fuckin' games, man)
(Yeah, uh)
(This pussy nigga, he be playin' them fuckin' games, man)
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls all the way down to the lil' ass babies
If y'all ready to have a party, say hell yeah (hell yeah)
say hell
Uh, y'all know what it is
Uh, y'all know what it is
Uh, y'all know what it is
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken (spoken)
Words
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
nigga shit, yo
Jumped in the game feet first and I paid for my actions
Hospital stays, laid up, related to asthma
And all I knew was chase paper in
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